Lucy Saxon sat reclining in her chair, staring into space, lost in thought.
The Master stood quiet across the room, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
My Harry looks so different since the Toclafane arrived, Lucy thought. He looks darker, more
Handsome. A second thought stopped her short. How wonderful he is. He took me to Utopia. It continued.
But he has become
My loving husband and the greatest leader ever to control Earth. The voice interrupted again.
This exchange continued awhile, but every time Lucy tried a negative statement the second thought drowned it out.
Suddenly, she felt inexplicably tired. She slumped back in the chair, crumpling the mauve satin gown she was wearing today.
The Master moved out into the next room as her head rolled back and her eyes glazed over.
Humans always were open to hypnotic suggestion he thought as he headed down the stairs, smiling.
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The old Doctor gently probed Lucy's mind, taking advantage of the Master's absence.
Just as he thought.
Her conscious mind was almost completely inactive, only the subconscious 'autopilot' was operating.
He closed her eyes gently with his thumb and forefinger, cursing himself at how much she felt like a corpse beneath them.
But in the long run, she might as well be one.
Because she was completely within the Master's thrall.
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